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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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Tapping at my chamber door

In 2008, I'll Get Me A Shotgun

I will also:
2. Get closer to
Job hunt some more.
4. Get closer to my
5. Learn a new language.
Finish at least one screenplay.
Lose the extra weight.
8. Get a
driver's license. I will not buy a car.
9. I will
rule my world.
10. I will have my

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Two hours and 1500 miles

March 22nd… another day to remember. It was the day he surgically attached his soul to hers, the day he had his life wrapped and added it to her gift registry, the day he had his vows tattooed on his heart and had it kept away from the rest of the world to see… only for him to know the promises he’s made.

He loved how he could read her, feel her for the…… he could not find a word that deserves to describe her. She was too much of a lady to be described. All he could do is feel her and pray to God that he could keep her enchanting smile going forever.

Of all the people he’s ever met, he could feel her reading him the most, feeling him the most, knowing him the most. Nothing to hide anymore, he thought to himself; No need for effort to make a statement. Even his silence she could read. She made him feel stripped out of all the necessary fakeness of the world. She made him feel poured into her own glass to drink. She was the extension he’s always longed for; that extension that makes sense, that compliments his final shape, that completes his soul; like she’s dug into his dark cave, grabbed his soul, and held it with passionate warmth. She’s that extension that lengthens him, makes him taller than everybody else, taller than his own shadow… makes him feel real, unpuppeted, unmade, one with life… one with her, makes him feel strong and weak at the same time.

Helpless is how he felt as he was impatiently forced to wait for the two of them to meet again. Two hours and 1500 miles may separate their bodies, but their souls, he knew, were already there, holding hands, and walking down their own path.
The many things that he wanted to tell her, the vows he wanted to yell out gladly. He struggled to describe how much he wanted to hold her, protect her from the world, slide his fingers through her hair in the morning while she’s quiet and vulnerable as he tells her buon giorno principessa with mocha latte at the table, sharing their morning silence.

He wanted to be able to love her completely… but patience is a virtue that many don’t have. If only his can be broken. If only time zones were all the same. If only miles disappeared. If only the earth could shrink enough for countries to fade into each other, for his world to become her world… for them to share the same hour of the day, the same minute and second; for their maps to intersect…
For her fingers to fill the life lines on his palm.

Deep inside he knew… he shouldn’t have left her at the train station. He should have ran back to her. He should have got down on one knee and asked her to marry him right there… at the train station.
But he didn’t… the train arrived and… he was forced back into the real world, back to the world that asks him to wait a bit more.

Except that this wait is sweet and painful at the same time.

He knows he’ll bare it though… cos his soul is already there with hers...

There where there's no time zone difference... and no miles to keep them apart.

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